I reached into my pocket and grazed my fingers over the crystal ball, not ready to look at it, not ready to admit what might be on it could be true. That Ramsey didn't kill my brother, and that the skin-walker did. 

Don't trust anyone, he'd said in the dungeon.

I cleared my throat, my voice still sounding rough after so much disuse. "So I need to find a familiars' cemetery after the dark hour and figure out what a tooth that looks like that one was searching for at ...